the way these fit so perfectly together…

FIRSTPRINCE AU: The Kissing Chamber (or, Marco x Elliott) "all you can do is love them... and make sure they know that you're never gonna slip away."

RWRB SOCIAL MEDIA

a small taste of Alex and Henry’s public + private accounts, according to me <3

Alex sprawled across Henry’s lap, cocooned in the soothing warmth of Henry’s neck, savoring every word as he reads The Song of Achilles in that utterly enchanting British accent. In the soft glow, his thoughts drift to how it could’ve been them in another world.

Blond prince who looks like a Greek god~ check

His incredible dark-skinned love—check.

Defying homophobia and family drama—double-check.

But as he considers how Achilles and Patroclus missed out on happiness in the end, a shiver runs through him. Henry sets the book aside, and suddenly, he finds himself enveloped in the sturdy embrace of Henry’s arms, accompanied by a tender kiss planted on his curls. In the softest of tones, Henry inquires, “Sweetheart, are you okay?” Alex responds with the faintest of nods, sensing a gentle flurry of kisses being placed on, forehead, cheeks, and, ultimately, his lips.

He then thinks of the ring box nestled in his stationary collection, patiently biding its time for that perfect moment. He can almost hear the words, whispered between heartbeats, sealing a pact made of shared dreams and endless love.

Achilles and Patroclus might not have gotten their happy ending, but Henry and Alex were going to.

Alex will make sure of that.

Cowboy firstprince AU

In a world where they're forced apart, Alex travels the world to find Henry again. He can hear him and feel him sometimes, he can even dream and talk to him from time to time.

Henry is his only destination.

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Pulling a @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and queuing this to post at midnight! Cause I actually have something to share! I’ve got about 1/4 of my @aroyallybigbangrwrb written, so I may actually hit my deadline! 😊

Without further ado, an excerpt from Odalisque, or where Prince Henry is promised to Prince Alex from birth to serve as his concubine, and spends eight years of his life in seclusion to preserve his virginity. I like to think of this fic as the happy ending spiritual cousin of Rule Britannia.

“You smell different,” Prince Alex declares, apropos of nothing as he sits next to Henry in the sunken garden of Kensington Palace.

Henry is in a foul mood.

The arrival of the Americans for their summer visit is always incredibly disruptive to Henry’s otherwise peaceful existence, and he had little sleep the night before after his Mama’s stern lecture about how Henry ought to conduct himself in front of the American Prince.

It’s not the first time his Mama has made an appeal to the “sweet and obedient creature that must be in there somewhere”. But there had been something particularly unhinged and hurtful about his Mama’s lecture the night before, implying that all the fault for their enmity lay in Henry’s obstinance and not in Prince Alex’s impertinence and general propensity to be an absolute knob. Henry’s Mama pleads for him to grow up, and open his eyes to the possibility that Prince Alexander has matured, and grown into a fine, handsome young man.

His Mama is utterly in denial about the fact that Prince Alex’s appalling manners are incongruous with his external appearance, which even Henry can admit is conventionally – if not strikingly – beautiful. But even more incongruous to his appealing visage is his smell – which Henry wasn’t going to comment on until Prince Alex’s complete lack of self-awareness led him to unfairly question Henry’s own hygiene.

“Yes, and you stink,” Henry declares, pretending to gag as he scoots away . “I heard unemployment is very high in your country – can you not devote the excess labour to the production of deodorant?”

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Here are some words that Morgan begged me to share with all of you a few weeks ago when I wrote them. It's from the neighbors!au. It's extra long because it's mostly dialogue. 🙏🏼

Two taps later, Alex has Henry’s phone at his ear, listening to the dialling tone, and after two beats, he hears a familiar and distinct tone on the other end, even from where he is.  “Hazza, darling!” Pez greets unknowingly, and Henry knows he’s never going to hear the end of this.  Alex quirks an eyebrow at him, clearly at the nickname. “Um- Pez, right? This is Alex, Henry’s neighbour.”  “Alexander, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Henry can hear the amusement in Pez’s tone from where he’s laying down half dead. “Is Hazza all right?” he asks. “‘m fined!” Henry tries to say, voice nasal as he strains it, and gets a slap on his shoulder in return.  “He caught a cold, so he won’t be coming into work tomorrow. He just wanted to let you know.”  “Oh-” Paz pauses for a moment, then he adds. “Well, that’s quite all right. It’s his shelter as much as it’s mine. No need to let me know.”  “Reeeaaally?” Alex quirks an eyebrow at Henry. He positively would rather die right now. “Let me know if he needs anything. I’ll pop over to the shelter tomorrow and talk to the volunteers. Worry not, my darlings.”  After Alex hangs up with Pez, he still has a cheeky smirk on his face. “So… you don’t work for your friend.”  “Never said I did,” Henry replies, annoyed at the interrogation, but he’s mostly annoyed at himself. He pulls the covers over his head to hide from Alex’s inquisitive stare.  “You implied it!”  “Piss off, I’m ill.”  “I thought you were fined,” Alex mocks Henry’s nasal tone. 

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David is a snuffly, cozy oddball; Alex scribbles in the margins of his aged, well-loved and well-hated paperbacks; the most beautiful floral-spine books rest in Henry’s apartment and/or in the shelter after having been donated by Alex; you, the reader, can decide. Perhaps it is a beautiful symmetry, Alex and Henry owning the same books.

A collection of 5 moodboards inspired by the fanfiction 'False Dichotomy' by Chamel. No image IDs are attached, but there is cheesy meta and analysis of the fic.

Thank you so much to @cha-melodius for your amazing fic! It's such a comfort and a joy.

FIRSTPRINCE AU FIC COMING THIS NOVEMBER

“At Another Place in Time (You Were Infinitely Mine)”

a coming of age, best friends, slow burn dual-timeline au where Henry fell first 14 years ago and Alex fell harder during all their time apart

(Edited 11/8) Coming to AO3 this November

if our love was a song

1/12 (EDIT December 7th: 8/12 chapters posted)

Rating: teen and up

AUs: University + Neighbours + Childhood “friends” + rivals to friends to lovers

Pairing: Firstprince

Fandom: RWRB (book and movie mashup)

Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Rivals to Friends to Lovers

Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends

Alternate Universe

Alternate Universe - College/University

First Kiss

First Love

Alternate Universe - Neighbors

Secret Relationship

Other Additional Tags to Be Added

POV Alternating

Jealousy

No Homophobia

Not Beta Read

[AU] marine!Henry x firefighter!Alex

If anyone has written this, please, send me the link! I have been dreaming about this!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz & Original Character(s), Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor & Original Character(s), Alex Claremont-Diaz & Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Original Female Character(s), Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Original Characters Additional Tags: Father-Daughter Relationship, single dad henry, Alternate Universe - Office, Just a fun time, Fluff and Humor, No Angst, like at all, Falling In Love, don't take the office stuff too seriously btw, the closest i've ever been to working corporate is working at a radio station, so i definitely took some creative liberty, No thoughts just vibes Summary:

"Hello, Mr. Fox-Mountchristen's office. How may I help you?"

"Hello, can I speak to Mr. Fox-Mount-krishen, please?"

Alex blinked. After two weeks of hearing nothing but the voices of snooty men and frazzled secretaries calling in, the person on the other line now sounded decidedly neither snooty nor male nor in any way adult.

It was a little girl.

"Mr. Fox-Mountchristen's unfortunately in a meeting right now,” Alex began slowly, “but I could take a message?"

"Oh." The girl paused. "You're not Mr. Hunter."

 Alex starts a new job as Henry's new assistant. Henry's daughter keeps calling the office and leaving him messages.

Parts 1 and 2 available now 🩵

It's giving Alex spying on Henry cause he's been weird for weeks, while Henry is trying to find a good place where to hide the rings and planning their proposal❤

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Sequence of Henry stressing:

Thinking about the ring and proposal location

Staying up all night doing research

Finally finding the perfect spot in a corner of his drawer and planning the proposal the same place they kissed for the first time because "You're as thick as it gets. I want to spend my entire life with you" are the words he wants to use.

(Ps. Alex had a lot of time to learn about Henry's brain, so he kind of suspects what it is. Therefore, he decides planning his own proposal, rebutting with "Shut up, stop talking and marry me already.")

(Yes. They both cry like babies and they'll bring their daughter in the same place in the future to show her where the starts can make miracles happen.)

WIP Wednesday - A Most Self-Indulgent WIP

Getting an early jump on WIP Wednesday (GASP). I think I am coming to terms with the fact that I have a very specific wheelhouse that I like to play in. And it's not going to be something that 99.9% of the fandom will care for, but my God am I going to write my self-indulgent bullshit. But still, I'd be interested to know if there's any interest at all in this BS :D

So I bring my latest WIP, currently titled: Horny Trophy Wife!Henry Committing Adultery with Alex in a Vaguely Historical European Setting, feat. not-Baron Zemo.

Warnings: Mpreg of the hand wavy variety, Forced Marriage, Infidelity/Adultery.

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Henry looks over at his husband across the table, and barely conceals the grimace that wishes to peek through his wide, placating smile. Five years of his life he has given this man, five years of wearing the mask of a happy, content spouse. It’s true that the Baron is handsome in his own right, unimaginably wealthy and educated and refined despite his humble origin, and on paper ought to be an ideal husband. But the Baron’s stubborn nature and Henry’s tempestuous fury make for a sorry, wretched match. 

Yet Henry cannot say their marriage has been unproductive. Four little angels he has given the Baron, all four with strawberry-hued yellow hair and eyes as blue and fearsome as his own. They are Henry’s creatures, clinging to him like barnacles even as they grew out of infancy. His little angels serve as balms to his unrelenting loneliness, the ache of foreignness and not-belonging that will never dissipate from where it has settled down into his bones like the bitter cold air of this unforgiving land.

Henry craves the excitement he has been denied his whole life. First, because he was a threat to his older brother, who was pale and sickly yet ambitious, a stark contrast to Henry’s vigour, fertility and frivolity. Henry’s circumscribed upbringing was intended to diminish him in the eyes of the world, lest the unparalleled beauty and grace of the spare cause him to rise above the anointed heir. The match with the Baron was therefore ideal: the marriage brought England wealth and a mighty ally, and Henry would vanish out of sight and out of mind. 

Then, because he was dutiful and sweet, he was with child within weeks of his wedding night. His fertile belly had scarcely been empty since, a consequence of his temper flaring up at his husband, making them both concupiscent despite the lack of affection for one another in their hearts. As each one came into the world, the Baron jested that Henry was birthing his own army to rival the Baron’s own. Henry demurely denied his allegations, instead dreaming of more illustrious futures for his babes than to become lords and ladies of desolate lands rich only in the treasures that could be hewn from the rocks. 

But there is little promise of excitement in his life, besides the happiness the children bring. Occasionally, his heart will race – like when there is little news days after the end of one of the Baron’s military campaigns, and he can briefly fantasize about a merry widowhood. Then news arrives and his hopes are dashed and his husband returns and he finds himself once again with child even though the last one is barely out of swaddling clothes. 

A visit by emissaries of a young nation sets the court abuzz. The new nation had been born out of the ashes of a rival empire the Baron had helped set aflame, and so the visitors were to be honoured with days of dazzling amusement. But Henry is in a melancholy mood, and cannot bring himself to pretend to look forward to the long, agonising hours of politicking he will have to attend at his husband’s side. 

There is a silver lining, however. A quite literal one. The Baron, in all of his wisdom and quest to show off his dearest prize, had commissioned an elegant gown for Henry to wear to the ball celebrating the emissaries’ arrival, inspired by the suits of armour from the ancient days of chivalry. And bashful as he might play, Henry is a creature of vanity, excited by the notion of being observed and desired as an ethereal, untouchable beauty: the Baron’s angel of war and mother to his nation.

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